Anamnesis [2/ ]
anonymous
September 27 2011, 19:27:21 UTC
Wally rubs his head, frowning up at him with a semi-accusing look. "How do you even know this stuff?"
"I liked the poem as a kid. On top of school, Alfie tutored me in books by Andrew Marvell, Emily Bronte, Virginia Woolf, James Joyce, people like that…" An uncomfortable pause. Dick grinned, touching the nape of his neck exposed by the collar of his jersey and scratching there. "Since I'm not really good at numbers… it's a little easier when I'm working with the meaning of words…"
"Sure, whatever, Boy Wonderful," Wally laughs, careless and young as he is, and excitable as he tugs the other teenager into his lap with a low, hungry noise-roaming one of his hands to push up under Dick's jersey. Warm skin eagerly palms a scarred abdomen. "You're good at everything…"
X
Their breathing shudders quietly in different rhythms when they come down from euphoria.
Kory reaches out from his left side on the mattress, a gorgeously naked and unearthly being, and sweeps his dark, sweat-weighed bangs from his eyes.
"You do not see me when we are like this… do you?"
Her voice keeps a gentle timbre-her face reveals nothing. And that's what frightens Dick the most than her comprehending the truth-the lack of emotion.
"…"
Amber-colored fingertips press to his jaw as Dick murmurs a half-assed apology with a cringing mouth and dry eyes-unlike hers.
When they split up, five months from the present, she will never again seek comfort or love from a human man again.
X
The kiss is a simple one, at least, to start-neither of them were ever simple creatures to begin with-and Wally relocks their lips, sucking in a deep breath and stealing a little from Dick, and from his open, panting mouth. He grabs Dick's lower lip between his, wetly sucking with a thoroughly satisfied hum as Dick parts his legs to either side of Wally's chair, rocking against Wally's lap.
Wally smirks, going for his neck, "I'll be your 'noone' if you'll be my 'anyone'…" Wally's fingers trail up the corded muscles of Dick's thighs in obvious suggestion.
"You know your hookup lines barely work on me… let alone would they work on anyone els-Aaah!-" Dick moans above him suddenly, arching his head back when Wally's smooth, grazing lips pull back into a good-natured snarl and his teeth sink-taunting; sharply; -so- good-into Dick's skin. Wally's hands grip him closer until the swelling in Dick's jeans flattens to Wally's stomach.
Anamnesis [1/3]
anonymous
September 27 2011, 19:29:32 UTC
sorry...numbered the previous title weird... also: ¹ - Excerpt from e.e. cummings poem "anyone lived in a pretty how town"
The feeling is like understanding that everyone else on the planet is walking around with a fat ribbon tied stiffly around their eyes… and they won't even recognize it.
Dick kicks up the autumn leaves in England, thickly coating the long terraced walk from the beeches and sweet chestnuts and cedars, and wonders momentarily if returning to the penthouse is worth getting those stares from Bruce and Alfred and Damian much longer. Like something is wrong with him. Like he's gone unhinged. He's not. It's just… they didn't remember him… his best friend.
He mumbles something offhandedly to someone in a plaid jacket when their shoulders collide on the walk-flaming red hair; a goofball expression-and Dick instinctively snatches the man's wrist.
Everything had lightened. And Dick had missed it somehow.
Dick's lips barely part.
"…Clone?"
Wally gives him an unconvinced snort, windswept and not rosy-cheeked like him, and not yanking out of Dick's now shaking hand. "Who would even think of trying something like that with me?"
Dick bites the inside of his cheek (-don't tell him it crossed your mind, his subconscious urges him, don't tell him that). "Then… someone tapped open an alternative dimension…had to-"
"Guess again," Wally sounds so collected, so serene.
Dick's fingers grasp harder on Wally's wrist, as if needing that physical sensation, as if there is a creeping fear of letting go meaning much more than that.
"But you didn't exist," he insists, and Dick's voice is breaking, "You can't-aren't-it's not possible-"
"Then how was it possible that you were the only one who remembered me?" Wally points out, still sounding soso calm about everything, and slides a hand over Dick's shoulders. "You know me, I love using logic to explain everything but…" Wally's eyes gleam, like Dick's eyes are gleaming, and Wally wipes his face with a plaid sleeve, grinning bog. "Honestly, I'm just glad to be here." He makes a comically surprised expression when Dick's arms throw themselves around him, and the rest of Dick joins to cling to Wally's midsection. The force of the hug sends the pair of men toppling and groaning onto the cushion of brown-and-red lawn, and then laughing relieved into the chilly afternoon until their bellies ache with mild pains.
Dick's comm.-link embedded in his ear signals him. "Will we be requiring another seat for Master West for this evening's dinner, Master Dick?"
Re: Anamnesis [1/3]
anonymous
September 28 2011, 02:31:13 UTC
♥ OP loves you, anon. I love that it's short and still very sweet, with all these precious little moments everywhere~ Even if the foreshadowing of Kory breaks my heart, and the bewildered, confused Barry is like a kick in the gut. T_T feeeelings. ♥
I also adore the hint of book nerdiness. Hooray for classic literature!
(..And I'm assuming this last part was meant to be titled, "3/3"?) :')
"I liked the poem as a kid. On top of school, Alfie tutored me in books by Andrew Marvell, Emily Bronte, Virginia Woolf, James Joyce, people like that…" An uncomfortable pause. Dick grinned, touching the nape of his neck exposed by the collar of his jersey and scratching there. "Since I'm not really good at numbers… it's a little easier when I'm working with the meaning of words…"
"Sure, whatever, Boy Wonderful," Wally laughs, careless and young as he is, and excitable as he tugs the other teenager into his lap with a low, hungry noise-roaming one of his hands to push up under Dick's jersey. Warm skin eagerly palms a scarred abdomen. "You're good at everything…"
X
Their breathing shudders quietly in different rhythms when they come down from euphoria.
Kory reaches out from his left side on the mattress, a gorgeously naked and unearthly being, and sweeps his dark, sweat-weighed bangs from his eyes.
"You do not see me when we are like this… do you?"
Her voice keeps a gentle timbre-her face reveals nothing. And that's what frightens Dick the most than her comprehending the truth-the lack of emotion.
"…"
Amber-colored fingertips press to his jaw as Dick murmurs a half-assed apology with a cringing mouth and dry eyes-unlike hers.
When they split up, five months from the present, she will never again seek comfort or love from a human man again.
X
The kiss is a simple one, at least, to start-neither of them were ever simple creatures to begin with-and Wally relocks their lips, sucking in a deep breath and stealing a little from Dick, and from his open, panting mouth. He grabs Dick's lower lip between his, wetly sucking with a thoroughly satisfied hum as Dick parts his legs to either side of Wally's chair, rocking against Wally's lap.
Wally smirks, going for his neck, "I'll be your 'noone' if you'll be my 'anyone'…" Wally's fingers trail up the corded muscles of Dick's thighs in obvious suggestion.
"You know your hookup lines barely work on me… let alone would they work on anyone els-Aaah!-" Dick moans above him suddenly, arching his head back when Wally's smooth, grazing lips pull back into a good-natured snarl and his teeth sink-taunting; sharply; -so- good-into Dick's skin. Wally's hands grip him closer until the swelling in Dick's jeans flattens to Wally's stomach.
"Shut up…"
X
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The feeling is like understanding that everyone else on the planet is walking around with a fat ribbon tied stiffly around their eyes… and they won't even recognize it.
Dick kicks up the autumn leaves in England, thickly coating the long terraced walk from the beeches and sweet chestnuts and cedars, and wonders momentarily if returning to the penthouse is worth getting those stares from Bruce and Alfred and Damian much longer. Like something is wrong with him. Like he's gone unhinged. He's not. It's just… they didn't remember him… his best friend.
He mumbles something offhandedly to someone in a plaid jacket when their shoulders collide on the walk-flaming red hair; a goofball expression-and Dick instinctively snatches the man's wrist.
Everything had lightened. And Dick had missed it somehow.
Dick's lips barely part.
"…Clone?"
Wally gives him an unconvinced snort, windswept and not rosy-cheeked like him, and not yanking out of Dick's now shaking hand. "Who would even think of trying something like that with me?"
Dick bites the inside of his cheek (-don't tell him it crossed your mind, his subconscious urges him, don't tell him that). "Then… someone tapped open an alternative dimension…had to-"
"Guess again," Wally sounds so collected, so serene.
Dick's fingers grasp harder on Wally's wrist, as if needing that physical sensation, as if there is a creeping fear of letting go meaning much more than that.
"But you didn't exist," he insists, and Dick's voice is breaking, "You can't-aren't-it's not possible-"
"Then how was it possible that you were the only one who remembered me?" Wally points out, still sounding soso calm about everything, and slides a hand over Dick's shoulders. "You know me, I love using logic to explain everything but…" Wally's eyes gleam, like Dick's eyes are gleaming, and Wally wipes his face with a plaid sleeve, grinning bog. "Honestly, I'm just glad to be here." He makes a comically surprised expression when Dick's arms throw themselves around him, and the rest of Dick joins to cling to Wally's midsection. The force of the hug sends the pair of men toppling and groaning onto the cushion of brown-and-red lawn, and then laughing relieved into the chilly afternoon until their bellies ache with mild pains.
Dick's comm.-link embedded in his ear signals him. "Will we be requiring another seat for Master West for this evening's dinner, Master Dick?"
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I also adore the hint of book nerdiness. Hooray for classic literature!
(..And I'm assuming this last part was meant to be titled, "3/3"?) :')
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uhuuu wallyyyy :c
and Dick, baby, omg. This was so lovely.
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Barry almost made me start bawling cause cause no.
*heart*
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